Down to the earth like an open grave, but with smiles on the face like a quokka, Who can read the heart through the shining teeth, or see the mind from the glittering lips! If there are tears that ease the pains, let them flow out like the evil stream, And poems that can tell the mind, pour them out like an open tap! He Passes through the same street again and again, missing just the same steps again and again.
On the flat end of the mountain tip (Where ever this is, my heart did sail) Where sun and rain sign a peace slip Stands a love that will never fail Beauty and brain and together stay Tender and caring and never stray
A queen who loves more or just same Respecting all, and the most high Whose imperfection is just a name In love's flame then, here we will die Hush! wake me not from what I caught! For in the real, I know it not
Once a king on green and white In the jungle's West When once you roar the Jackals quake as far as East Who would dare when you sleep to cross your den? The world eagle of the west would beg now and then
At age seven the hyenas rose to tear the den into two Almost all you killed them off, assuming: that will do To western coast with your pride, wolves were tamed Over the world your cubs excel, you can't be shamed
But now your roar goes no farther than your den With much blood, e'en of your cubs, you've got a wen Much festering...
The Joyful bairn at his sire's side in the throng, The kindred shot with a photo stick at the parking lot, The hollering of the children at the sire's return, The talking set with the poppa's voice the son's joy, Capture the sight and in the teary past dwell.
Not fading in the sight the teary past lives fresh Long gone the days of kin's meal and fairy tales; The growing apple seed in a rumbling tummy, The rebellious couple, the axe, the shining moon, The warring soldiers, the mushrooms, the race to live.